Rehenes - Andrés Calamaro

Vos estabas cuando estaba todo bien

Y no estabas cuando el rollo marginal, pinchó

En el gueto eras un príncipe inglés

De currante no vas a perder tu jamás

Vos estabas, cuando estaba todo bien

Y no estabas, cuando el rollo marginal pinchó

En el gueto eras un príncipe inglés

De currante no vas a perder tu «savoir faire» jamás

Vos estabas, esperando al marroquí

En barajas, el colmo del síndrome estocolmo

Como aquella temporada cultural

Con rehenes, atados al piano rojo

Vayamos pintados con sangre de los dos

Siempre, siempre

Nos esperan con balas de plata dulce

Fundidas de arreglos dentales nuestros

Un hombre es un campo de batalla

Si no se calla es una revolución de claveles

Vayamos pintados con sangre de los dos

Siempre, siempre

Entonces era la libertad

A veces mataría por cinco minutos más

Entonces era la libertad

Ahora me toca huir a mí, nene

Vayamos pintados con sangre de los dos

Siempre, siempre

Siempre

You were when everything was fine

And you weren't when the fringe roll, she prodded

In the ghetto you were an English prince

Of currante you are not going to lose your never

You were when everything was fine

And you were not, when the marginal roll punctured

In the ghetto you were an English prince

De currante you will never lose your «savoir faire»

You were waiting for the Moroccan

In decks, the height of the Stockholm syndrome

Like that cultural season

With hostages, tied to the red piano

Let's go painted with blood of the two

Always always

They await us with sweet silver bullets

Our dental work castings

A man is a battlefield

If he doesn't shut up, it's a carnation revolution

Let's go painted with blood of the two

Always always

Then it was freedom

Sometimes I'd kill for five more minutes

Then it was freedom

Now it's my turn to run away, baby

Let's go painted with blood of the two

Always always

Forever